Assorted drabbles (Arashi, 2PM, Disney, Kim Possible)
I like crossovers, what can I say. ;; Also, I have to go to work over the weekend. Up side is I have no classes; down side is, well. I have no classes.
That means, lesson planning aside, I'll mostly be shaking a leg idly in the staffroom, so drop a series/pairing and a prompt here, and I'll churn out something silly just for you. ♥
O-On to the nonsense I've already got:
Drabble #1: Arashi/Kim Possible
"So basically," said Ron, eyebrows creased. "What you're saying is, Drakken kidnapped a popular boyband so he could force them to hold a big concert as a distraction, while he makes off with the newly improved weather machine, which he will then use to make a huge global storm and throw the world into chaos?"
"That is a good summary, Stoppable-san," said Kyoko the interpreter.
"And you're here because...?"
"They were filming an American hair product commercial."
"Cool, cool," Ron said, glancing over at the five boys sitting near Kyoko. "Wait, it's not for that Neck and Shoulders line is it? 'cause that whole anti-dandruff thing? Yeah, that burns the scalp something fierce. And I don't mean the good kind of fierce."
Rufus popped his head out of Ron's pants pocket. "Uh huh, yeah, bad fierce," he added, grimacing.
One of the taller boys noticed Rufus and let out a yelp of surprise.
"Oh my god it's naked," Kyoko translated.
"Riiiight, Japan doesn't have naked mole rats, huh?" Ron picked out Rufus from his pocket and showed his little friend proudly to the Japanese boys. "Rufus, popular boyband used to destroy the world. Popular boyband used to destroy the world, Rufus."
Remembering his manners, Rufus bowed deeply.
"Cute!" said a boy dressed in a T-shirt and three-quarter pants. He looked super excited to see his first naked mole rat.
In contrast, the boy who cried out looked stunned, while two smaller boys squished up against either side of him shared a mischievous grin. If Ron didn't know better, he'd call them a Japanese version of Jim and Tim.
Lounging casually in the far corner of the cage, a boy with thick eyebrows and sharp, piercing eyes said something to Kyoko. After a nod, the pretty interpreter turned back to smile at Ron. "Matsumoto-san wishes to know when Possible-san will come to save us."
"Oh yeah," said Ron, beaming. “You can always count on KP!”
"Be quiet over there!"
Drakken stormed up to their cage and gave the bars a vehement kick. "What do you think this is, a slumber party!?" he yelled. "You people are prisoners. How about acting like one!?"
The boy called Matsumoto-san spoke up again.
"What?" said Drakken, frowning. "What'd he say?"
"He said, 'oh, shut the hell up, you noisy fucker'," Kyoko said dutifully.
"What?" gasped Drakken. "Don't make me come over there and wash your mouth with soap! Hasn't your mother taught you not to swear?"
Calmly, the boy raised his hand. The Tim lookalike - or would it be Jim? - sniggered loudly.
Kyoko turned to Drakken. "I believe the pointing of the third finger indicates--"
"I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS," Drakken raged.
"Hey uh, I hate to interrupt the ladies luncheon," said a voice from somewhere near the ceiling of the lair, "But the weather machine's all set and ready to take the world by storm."
"Shego!" Drakken hissed as he headed towards a platform lift. "What did I tell you about giving lip?"
"But you make it so easy," Shego purred.
As the two began their usual bickering, Ron had to ask the question on the tip of his tongue. "Didn't you say their name means 'storm'?" he said, pointing to the boys.
"Yes," said Kyoko. “In fact, I believe their motto is to ‘take the world by storm’.”
"Wow, talk about irony."
Without warning, something overhead exploded, and pieces of glass and metal fell to the floor around them.
"Kim Possible!" Drakken yelped.
"Told you my GF would come," said Ron triumphantly. "Let's hear a boo-yah, people!"
"Boo-yah!" said Rufus, before he gave a sigh of contentment; the excitable boy was scratching his back in just the right way.
Drabble #2: Arashi/Disney (hint of Yama pair)
From the couch, Sho watched the young man pace around the living room agitatedly. The youth had been restless the entire morning - if he wasn’t rearranging the paintings on the wall, he was scrubbing obsessively at the wood floors, claiming he saw some invisible stain on the tiles.
“Max,” he said patiently. “Sit down before you drive me crazy with your, well…”
“Crazy?” Ohno supplied helpfully next to him.
“Exactly,” said Sho, flashing Ohno a soft smile.
“But I need this to be perfect,” Max said, running a nervous hand through his bangs. “It’s our first anniversary and Roxanne’s been so excited about meeting you guys, I’d hate to disappoint her.”
“What’s there to disappoint?” asked Ohno with a shrug. “We’re here.”
“Oh no, you don’t get it,” said Max. His face took on a terrified expression. “My dad has this uncanny ability to ruin everything. I mean, seriously, if my dad ever got super powers, his power would be to destroy things by pure accident!”
Ohno blinked. “Doesn’t he already do that?”
Sho sighed as Max clutched his head and sank miserably to his knees. “Look, Nino, Jun and Aiba took your father out to the mall,” he assured. “By the time he gets back, it’ll all be over.”
Looking up, Max managed a weak smile. “You think so?”
“For sure,” said Sho, mere seconds before the front door flew open and a pretty girl stepped through with a lanky man jittering excitedly at her side. Behind the man stood three shame-faced Japanese human boys - well, one shame-faced Japanese human boy; the other two looked rather pleased with themselves.
“Roxanne!?” said Max, eyes bulging. “And… and…”
“We did our best,” Aiba protested, when Sho shot him a glare.
“Take this as payback for sticking us with the guy,” Nino said, smirk widening.
“Two hours of nightmare in the underwear department,” Jun said with a shudder.
The lanky man chortled, completely unperturbed by their remarks. “Gawrsh Maxy!” he exclaimed, grabbing a sheepish Roxanne by the shoulders. “Ya coulda told me you were havin’ Roxanne over! But don’t you worry, son, your old man’s here and he’s gonna make this day perfect for ya!”
Eyes still bulging wildly, Max Goof screamed.
Drabble #3: Silly 2PM Junbros/Chanho in Japan
“You have pretty eyes,” Junsu said in accented Japanese.
“Uh Junsu?” said Junho awkwardly. “Some personal space here?”
Reluctantly, Junsu broke his intense stare into Junho’s eyes and drew away. He tapped at the earphone in his ear. “Just practising my Japanese tapes,” he explained.
“Really?” Junho said, perking up with interest. “So what did that mean?”
“Um…”
“You have a fat ass,” said Chansung, sliding into the seat next to Junho.
“What no!” Junsu objected when the smaller boy frowned.
Grinning, Chansung threw an arm round Junho’s shoulders. “When did you get so cute?” he drawled in Japanese.
“Okay,” said Junho, rolling his eyes. “You’ve used that so much in interviews, I know that one.”
“That’s the point,” said Chansung, pulling Junho closer to his side.
“Hey,” hissed Junsu, reaching over to shove Chansung’s arm off. “You’re not the only one with Japanese pick-up lines.”
“Why would you even need Japanese pick-up lines?” Junho snorted.
“Same reason why Taecyeon-hyung uses English,” Chansung said, raising an eyebrow challengingly at Junsu as he draped his arm back on. “Adds to the charm.”
“At least I can speak English too,” Junsu said through clenched teeth. He rose from his seat across the table and moved to the empty chair on Junho’s free side.
“Barely,” said Chansung. Then he narrowed his eyes when Junsu snaked an arm round Junho over his. “Let go, hyung.”
“You let go,” said Junsu, smirking.
“Ladies first.”
“Oh ooh, that really hurt.”
“Guys,” Junho said, looking vaguely panicked as the muscular arms around his shoulders tightened into a painful squeeze. “You’re starting to freak me out now.”
Behind them, Taecyeon was eagerly taking bets from the staff and members in the dressing room.
That means, lesson planning aside, I'll mostly be shaking a leg idly in the staffroom, so drop a series/pairing and a prompt here, and I'll churn out something silly just for you. ♥
O-On to the nonsense I've already got:
Drabble #1: Arashi/Kim Possible
"So basically," said Ron, eyebrows creased. "What you're saying is, Drakken kidnapped a popular boyband so he could force them to hold a big concert as a distraction, while he makes off with the newly improved weather machine, which he will then use to make a huge global storm and throw the world into chaos?"
"That is a good summary, Stoppable-san," said Kyoko the interpreter.
"And you're here because...?"
"They were filming an American hair product commercial."
"Cool, cool," Ron said, glancing over at the five boys sitting near Kyoko. "Wait, it's not for that Neck and Shoulders line is it? 'cause that whole anti-dandruff thing? Yeah, that burns the scalp something fierce. And I don't mean the good kind of fierce."
Rufus popped his head out of Ron's pants pocket. "Uh huh, yeah, bad fierce," he added, grimacing.
One of the taller boys noticed Rufus and let out a yelp of surprise.
"Oh my god it's naked," Kyoko translated.
"Riiiight, Japan doesn't have naked mole rats, huh?" Ron picked out Rufus from his pocket and showed his little friend proudly to the Japanese boys. "Rufus, popular boyband used to destroy the world. Popular boyband used to destroy the world, Rufus."
Remembering his manners, Rufus bowed deeply.
"Cute!" said a boy dressed in a T-shirt and three-quarter pants. He looked super excited to see his first naked mole rat.
In contrast, the boy who cried out looked stunned, while two smaller boys squished up against either side of him shared a mischievous grin. If Ron didn't know better, he'd call them a Japanese version of Jim and Tim.
Lounging casually in the far corner of the cage, a boy with thick eyebrows and sharp, piercing eyes said something to Kyoko. After a nod, the pretty interpreter turned back to smile at Ron. "Matsumoto-san wishes to know when Possible-san will come to save us."
"Oh yeah," said Ron, beaming. “You can always count on KP!”
"Be quiet over there!"
Drakken stormed up to their cage and gave the bars a vehement kick. "What do you think this is, a slumber party!?" he yelled. "You people are prisoners. How about acting like one!?"
The boy called Matsumoto-san spoke up again.
"What?" said Drakken, frowning. "What'd he say?"
"He said, 'oh, shut the hell up, you noisy fucker'," Kyoko said dutifully.
"What?" gasped Drakken. "Don't make me come over there and wash your mouth with soap! Hasn't your mother taught you not to swear?"
Calmly, the boy raised his hand. The Tim lookalike - or would it be Jim? - sniggered loudly.
Kyoko turned to Drakken. "I believe the pointing of the third finger indicates--"
"I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS," Drakken raged.
"Hey uh, I hate to interrupt the ladies luncheon," said a voice from somewhere near the ceiling of the lair, "But the weather machine's all set and ready to take the world by storm."
"Shego!" Drakken hissed as he headed towards a platform lift. "What did I tell you about giving lip?"
"But you make it so easy," Shego purred.
As the two began their usual bickering, Ron had to ask the question on the tip of his tongue. "Didn't you say their name means 'storm'?" he said, pointing to the boys.
"Yes," said Kyoko. “In fact, I believe their motto is to ‘take the world by storm’.”
"Wow, talk about irony."
Without warning, something overhead exploded, and pieces of glass and metal fell to the floor around them.
"Kim Possible!" Drakken yelped.
"Told you my GF would come," said Ron triumphantly. "Let's hear a boo-yah, people!"
"Boo-yah!" said Rufus, before he gave a sigh of contentment; the excitable boy was scratching his back in just the right way.
Drabble #2: Arashi/Disney (hint of Yama pair)
From the couch, Sho watched the young man pace around the living room agitatedly. The youth had been restless the entire morning - if he wasn’t rearranging the paintings on the wall, he was scrubbing obsessively at the wood floors, claiming he saw some invisible stain on the tiles.
“Max,” he said patiently. “Sit down before you drive me crazy with your, well…”
“Crazy?” Ohno supplied helpfully next to him.
“Exactly,” said Sho, flashing Ohno a soft smile.
“But I need this to be perfect,” Max said, running a nervous hand through his bangs. “It’s our first anniversary and Roxanne’s been so excited about meeting you guys, I’d hate to disappoint her.”
“What’s there to disappoint?” asked Ohno with a shrug. “We’re here.”
“Oh no, you don’t get it,” said Max. His face took on a terrified expression. “My dad has this uncanny ability to ruin everything. I mean, seriously, if my dad ever got super powers, his power would be to destroy things by pure accident!”
Ohno blinked. “Doesn’t he already do that?”
Sho sighed as Max clutched his head and sank miserably to his knees. “Look, Nino, Jun and Aiba took your father out to the mall,” he assured. “By the time he gets back, it’ll all be over.”
Looking up, Max managed a weak smile. “You think so?”
“For sure,” said Sho, mere seconds before the front door flew open and a pretty girl stepped through with a lanky man jittering excitedly at her side. Behind the man stood three shame-faced Japanese human boys - well, one shame-faced Japanese human boy; the other two looked rather pleased with themselves.
“Roxanne!?” said Max, eyes bulging. “And… and…”
“We did our best,” Aiba protested, when Sho shot him a glare.
“Take this as payback for sticking us with the guy,” Nino said, smirk widening.
“Two hours of nightmare in the underwear department,” Jun said with a shudder.
The lanky man chortled, completely unperturbed by their remarks. “Gawrsh Maxy!” he exclaimed, grabbing a sheepish Roxanne by the shoulders. “Ya coulda told me you were havin’ Roxanne over! But don’t you worry, son, your old man’s here and he’s gonna make this day perfect for ya!”
Eyes still bulging wildly, Max Goof screamed.
Drabble #3: Silly 2PM Junbros/Chanho in Japan
“You have pretty eyes,” Junsu said in accented Japanese.
“Uh Junsu?” said Junho awkwardly. “Some personal space here?”
Reluctantly, Junsu broke his intense stare into Junho’s eyes and drew away. He tapped at the earphone in his ear. “Just practising my Japanese tapes,” he explained.
“Really?” Junho said, perking up with interest. “So what did that mean?”
“Um…”
“You have a fat ass,” said Chansung, sliding into the seat next to Junho.
“What no!” Junsu objected when the smaller boy frowned.
Grinning, Chansung threw an arm round Junho’s shoulders. “When did you get so cute?” he drawled in Japanese.
“Okay,” said Junho, rolling his eyes. “You’ve used that so much in interviews, I know that one.”
“That’s the point,” said Chansung, pulling Junho closer to his side.
“Hey,” hissed Junsu, reaching over to shove Chansung’s arm off. “You’re not the only one with Japanese pick-up lines.”
“Why would you even need Japanese pick-up lines?” Junho snorted.
“Same reason why Taecyeon-hyung uses English,” Chansung said, raising an eyebrow challengingly at Junsu as he draped his arm back on. “Adds to the charm.”
“At least I can speak English too,” Junsu said through clenched teeth. He rose from his seat across the table and moved to the empty chair on Junho’s free side.
“Barely,” said Chansung. Then he narrowed his eyes when Junsu snaked an arm round Junho over his. “Let go, hyung.”
“You let go,” said Junsu, smirking.
“Ladies first.”
“Oh ooh, that really hurt.”
“Guys,” Junho said, looking vaguely panicked as the muscular arms around his shoulders tightened into a painful squeeze. “You’re starting to freak me out now.”
Behind them, Taecyeon was eagerly taking bets from the staff and members in the dressing room.